Deepest apologies for not updating this and all my other stories. Hopefully I can start getting back into my old habits of updating. Hope you guys are still reading and reviewing!
Suckforlovestory-She surely does have feelings for Kendall, and I'm sorry my updating has been so out of whack! Guest- Hahah, I know I mean what is going on that head of Ashtens of hers, she obviously can't have both boys she most defiantly needs to sort things out. :o) DeniseDEMD-Thanks for the review I've been on hiatus for some good amount of time but I'll keep this story going! Guest2- Glad to here you like this chapter, hopefully this one will do justice. Pink Princess 777- I'll keep writing as long as you keep reading and reviewing (: OxyBtrswag- I'm updating now!
"Why did it take you so long to pick me up anyway?" I ask, once we're finally out of the movie theater and away from the crowds of people.
"I had something I needed to do." Nathan replies as he throws away both of our now, empty soda containers into the black garbage can that was right outside the theater.
I don't ask questions, instead I just do what I always and walk with him in the parking lot in utter silence and drop it all together in fear of getting him upset. To my surprise we don't end up getting too far until we are both stopped ubruptly in the middle of the lot by a somewhat short light haired brunette wearing way too much make up for my taste.
Before I could get any words out to ask who the mystery lady was I was caught dead sentence by the sound of her somewhat preppy tone.
"Nathan." She starts holding something in her hand out to him, but I can't seem to make out what exactly in her hand she's holding because it was far too dark out. "You left your wallet at my house earlier." She than gingerly hands him over the dark piece of leather, before continuing. "I just saw Kendall a few minutes ago."
There was a slight pause.
"He mentioned you might so happen to still be here so I thought considering I was in the area I could just give it to you now incase you needed it."
It doesn't take me long to finally recognize who the all-too-familiar voice belongs too, and I put the pieces together.
After a few minutes of small talk she makes the effort of finally leaving and heading back into the night. I sigh a relief before turning to Nathan who happens to be looking at the ground, shuffling a rock between his feet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world at that moment.
"Sophie?" I begin to question, "Sophie Adams? As in your ex Sophie Adams…really Nathan?! I want to punch him so hard, but I don't knowing the outcome of it will surely end badly for me, so I just continue to yell in the parking lot not really caring who is watching our listening.
"How long has this been going on for?" My question coming out more of a demand than anything. All my rage I've tried desperately to keep inside me, lets loose like wild fire and I do the first thing my mind tells me too. I punch him hard making him winch at the sudden action of my fist colliding into his lower stomach.
"Ashten," The tone in his voice I can barely recognize, but I don't listen to what he has to say.
"Don't Ashten me, you cheating loser! Again, my hand collides with his body as I smack him on the chest, my breath shallow and un-easy.
"Would you please just listen to me?" He grits through his teeth, I'm not sure weather it's because I hit him so hard or because he was getting angry at me.
"Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" I retort back glaring at him. I try hitting him again but he senses my movements and snatches both my wrists tightly before I can. A slight pain in my arms goes through me but I don't pay attention to it.
"Let go of me." I say, yanking my wrists, but he's far too strong for me to pull away.
"Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" He repeats my earlier words, his voice low and I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and my skin crawl. "Did you somehow forget what I'm capable of doing?" He's so close to my face, I can feel his breath on me. I turn away from him and look to see if anyone is watching, but to my displeasure no one is in sight I blink back the tears that I know will try and come.
I can't look weak.
Being weak means failing. I think to myself.
"Please, just let me go, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. Just please let me go, you're hurting me." I gasp out as his hold only tightens stronger than before.
"Maybe you'll think twice next you talk back to me, let alone hit me. No one likes to be abused; you of all people should know that." He breathes, I close my eyes tightly bracing myself for what's about to come my way.
Next thing I know I'm being dragged into the car. Tears, streaking my face, silently wishing Kendall would somehow magically appear at my side, enveloping him around me and protecting me from the monster I call my boyfriend.
Once I'm home I remember it's Saturday night which means mom is working third shift at the hospital and probably won't be home until four or five in the morning, I'm thankful for her crazy work scheduling her to come in tonight because that means she wouldn't be here to interrogate me about the fresh new bruise that was slowly appearing on my upper arm.
Perfect, how am I suppose to hide this one?
On a piece of paper taped on the fridge was a note from my mother telling me put the few dishes from the sink into the dishwasher, but instead of doing what the note tells me I ignore it and open the freezer door scanning the freezer for what I needed.
Once I find the ice pack I close it shut, heading upstairs into my bedroom to see what other damage has been done tonight.
Flipping the light swtich on I head towards my dresser in search of comfortable clothing. I decide on a pair of running shorts and a tank top. Before I change into the newfound clothing I examine the rest of my body in my full faced mirror for bruises or bumps. Thankfully, this time, I got away with only one small black and blue circle just under my ribs, of course I'm not counting the new abbreviation on my arm, nor am I counting the old inflictions from the past times, some were still semi-new, others, were old and barely noticeable unless you looked for them.
I rub my face irritably before sighing heavily as I put on my clothing and head to my bed where I place the ice pack carefully on my arm.